She Stories

Upcoming...... "You can leave the game... but I can't."

Aurora Vega has a checklist - 20 things she promised her late sister she'd do before graduation. Owen Rhodes has one goal - get his scholarship and never look back. When they're forced together, Aurora drags the brooding ginger into her world one checklist item at a time. But the closer they get, the more a buried secret threatens to unravel everything - and the last thing either of them expected was to need someone this much.

SLOW BURN! The reader is the childhood friend of the prodigy scientist before the petrification had happened. They both found their feelings while thinking how to bring back the whole civilization back from stone, fight against the other scientist from the other side of the globe, in America, and the enigmatic Why-Man that's waiting for them in the moon. -- • Her/she use. Minor use of y/n. • English is not my first language; if you see any mistake, let me know.

"In a world where werewolves lide in the shadows, Mia discovers she's the last of a powerful moon-born line. As she navigates pack politics and ancient secrets, she must confront her family's dark past and claim her rightful place as the Alpha of Alphas. But it's her forbidden bond with Eric, the most powerful alpha of his generation and her fated mate, that holds the key to unlocking her true powers and fulfilling her destiny."

There's something about the smell of rain - that soft, earthy whisper just before the clouds burst. Poets call it petrichor, an elegant name for a fleeting memory: the earth exhaling in a moment you can never quite hold. It's always fleeting. Rain comes, rain goes, and the scent lingers only a heartbeat before fading. That's life, isn't it? Fleeting. Here. Gone. Lovely and cruel in the same breath. This book is my attempt to bottle that scent - moments that mean nothing and everything all at once. Not grand stories where heroes save kingdoms, but the way your heartbeat slows under a tin roof, streetlights turn to halos in the fog, or a memory of someone you loved returns with a passing scent. The stories are stitched together like raindrops on a window - separate, yet connected by the way they fall. They're about people, places, and memories that drift into view during a storm and vanish when the sun breaks through. You'll meet strangers, lovers, ghosts, and perhaps even yourself between these lines. You'll walk down wet streets, feel the cold seep into your shoes, and taste tea too hot from impatience. Rain follows you, not in gloom, but like a quiet friend who knows when to pause. Sometimes there's heartbreak, because rain draws it out. But sometimes, joy: dancing in empty car parks, laughing under a rebellious umbrella, standing soaked and alive. The phrase Afterrain came to me one morning when I opened my kitchen window. The scent rose from the wet garden and hit me like a memory I couldn't name. Many things in my life have felt like that - sharp, vivid, unforgettable, and then gone. Not just rain. People. Moments. Feelings. If this book were a perfume, you'd stumble upon it - in the rain, in the street, in a pause between breaths. My job is to help you notice it, and maybe see the beauty in how it slips away.

Love that crossed time... just to find each other.⏳❤️

As I write this, I'm sitting at my corner desk. A warm light and a hazy but cozy music repeats itself. In a frantic that I might not be able to remember verses that make you, I jot this down. Ultimately, I want my thoughts of you to be tucked away somewhere far, somewhere safe. Like a dusty old book at the top shelf in a lonely library. I know you'll be out there somewhere, and when I long for you, I'll reach out to this, these verses that poured out of me, for you. I'm no poet. I'm no artist. But from my depths, you, you alone pulled out these words. I've left mistakes uncorrected, verses raw, for in this plentiful universe, only you remain flawless. Words that hurt. Words that healed. Words that filled.

"She never thought that fate would play two games.."

19 year old Abigal Colliins, the sister of the actor Dean Collins, is plagued by her obnoxious brother and his self-absorbed best friend Logan Lerman, until one thing changes it all. Will Abby and Logan ever be the same? WARNING: Adult Language If She Only Knew © 2013 TheErudite All Rights Reserved

ITS HER BIRTHDAY ❤️

"i will come back, i promise" with those words he left me -- short story -- don't copy, all rights reserved! -- rankings: #15 in leave (8.10.2018-15.10.2018) #12 in imissyou (16.10.2018) #7 in airplane (18.10.2018) -- started; 5.10.2018 finished; 24.10.2018 -- ⚠️ might be triggering ⚠️ *she doesn't eat for a little while and has suicidal thoughts (not much). this will not be discussed extensively, but it is in this book*

"For four years, I waited for Ethan Cole to turn around. He never did. By the time he finally looked back - I was already gone."

"He loved her most, when she loved him least." ©2015 Dana Jifi

In the busy, bustling streets of Manila City, Celestine Aragon and Luke Villacorte have been friends for as long as they can remember. Celestine-known as the "Elegant Trace" among her circle-grew up in a world of business deals and polished poise, with her businessman father, former teacher mother, and a large extended family of aunts, uncles, and cousins who always have her back. Luke-dubbed the "Romantic Classic" who sees poetry in worn-out clothes and salt-stained hands-has roots tied to the sea and distant shores: his seafarer father working overseas as an OFW, his nurse mother holding their home together, and siblings chasing dreams of their own. Since they were kids, their promises were simple: they'd never drift apart, and they'd always stay together in the city they call home. But when Celestine learns that Luke's family may not be staying in Manila much longer, their quiet world begins to shift. There are words left unsaid, feelings tucked away like letters never mailed, and a goodbye that remains unwritten.

If you are reading this on any other platform other than Wattpad (or other platforms you're on) you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please just read it here on Wattpad as that where I originally published it as my own writing. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was the girl who was not worth it. She was the girl who always ran away. She never did stop running. She seems to be afraid of something. What or who is it she seeks to outrun? Well, Luka Cuffaine was about to prove everyone wrong. He did not care how long it took him, for he was sure; she was worth something. What happens when he comes close to finding out the truth about why she runs? The original plot belongs to Summer Cheng while the characters belong to Thomas Atrsuc and Jeremy Zag. Summer made the cover design with photos from Pinterest and edits made with the Desygner app. Hi, I hope you enjoy my original plot here and remember no copycats allowed. Happy Reading, Sincerely, Summer Cheng. All the characters belong to Thomas Atrsuc and Jeremy Zag of zagtoon productions. I only own the plot.

a tender coming-of-age love story about Elira and Aarav, childhood best friends who grew up believing they'd always belong in each other's world. But as life drifts them apart and feelings remain unsaid Elira finds herself torn between a love that never began and one that silently waited for her all along. Set between the cozy corners of home and the streets of Paris, this is a story of unspoken goodbyes, silent support, and the unexpected shape of real love

Ananya never planned on falling in love. Especially not with a boy who was only meant to be a passing crush. 🩷 Between fest chaos, accidental moments, awkward conversations, and feelings she refuses to name, something quiet begins to grow. A kind of love that doesn't rush, doesn't fade... and doesn't leave. ❤️ The Love That Stayed is a story about first crushes, slow realizations, and a love that never demands anything- it simply stays. 🌙✨ Note: "If you enjoy this story, don't forget to leave a like or comment 🤍"

Despair in gratefulness, relief in agony. That's how her world can be described, as she finds calmness in tragedy. Black and Blue is a collection of poems that scream how tragic it is to be young and burdened by quiet battles and a world that never seems to listen. Every word shouts the pain that lingers between growing up and falling apart, between living and merely surviving.

A bunch of she ra shit

[Completed] some poems i've come to hate